Drew Feustel is a true Jalop if there ever was one. He grew up in the Detroit area, where he worked as an auto mechanic in college. He’s had an enviable list of cars over the years and nearly went into car design himself, but ended up using his mechanical and science background for something more incredible: becoming…

I never thought I’d say these words: I now own a 2003 Kia Rio. And my god is it a gigantic pile of garbage that I will thoroughly enjoy destroying in an upcoming video series. But first, the thing has to somehow survive winter-beater duty.

There are few things I loathe more than shopping for clothes. Maybe dental work and gynecological exams, but that’s it. Buying new clothes lies somewhere in the deepest circle of hell, and cleaning them? Not much better. It’s the extra cost of wrenching no one seems to mention, but I hate it all the same.

There’s this Jeep Cherokee that I love dearly—one that I bought for only $600, fixed up using junkyard parts, and drove all the way to Moab, Utah. But ever since that epic trip, the XJ has been falling apart, and now I’m wondering: is it time to send the Project Swiss Cheese to the ol’ off-road park in the sky?

While wrenching on my $800 Jeep Grand Wagoneer this past weekend, I made a major gaffe that could have cost me hundreds of dollars. But it was just one of many blunders I’ve made over the years, and it’s the sort of thing I’ve come to embrace. And if you want to get into wrenching, then you should embrace your own…

I return to you people from air-cooled Volkswagen Project Car Hell, only to find Hagerty’s video of a Beetle engine getting re-built. It looks so simple! It’s such a tiny engine! Everything fits together like Legos! HA! The camera lies. Either way, watching this engine get completely torn down and rebuilt is weirdly…

There are many reasons why cutting the top half off of a unibody Jeep Liberty, and bolting a new body onto the remains is a bad idea. But all those reasons have to do with “physics.” And when it comes to the diesel-y dreams of one 4x4 enthusiast named Jason Stone, physics be damned.

I’m sure we’re all familiar with the saying that “you’re only as strong as your weakest link.” It’s a cliché that can be applied to nearly anything: Sports teams, office environments, school group projects, and, you guessed it, vehicles.

Despite me already having seven cars in various states of disrepair, readers keep sending more Craigslist links to shitboxes! It’s almost as if they want to see me burn. Here are the most recent Craigslist links that these virtual crack dealers have emailed me.

Technicians at Porsche dealerships will soon be using “high-tech spectacles” to receive instructions, and to send real-time wrenching footage to the company’s U.S. headquarters in Atlanta. Here’s how the “Tech Live Look” system works.

It didn’t take me long in my days of wrenching on a shitty, terrible, always-broken old Volkswagen before I realized that I was quickly running out of junky clothes. Too many of my pants and too many of my shirts retired to running duty were getting greasy beyond use. I needed something.

In a moment of weakness last night, I texted my ex-Jeep’s new owner—you know, just to see how things were going. What I learned is that, as much as I miss that beautiful 4.0-liter manual transmission XJ, it doesn’t look like it misses me. It looks genuinely happy.

If ball joints are allowed to degrade to the point of failure, it can lead to a wheel separating from the vehicle while driving. That is... not good. The Dodge Ram that I bought a few months back ended up having some loose joints up front, and I certainly didn’t want a nightmarish scenario like that to unfold. Here’s…

When I bought my 1986 Jeep Grand Wagoneer a few weeks ago, I’ll admit that I didn’t really look at it very carefully. “Frame doesn’t have holes, engine isn’t seized—I’ll take it,” I decided in desperation after failing to find a project for months. Now I’ve had some time to look the Woodie over, and, well, it’s not…

If I just hadn’t gotten on Craigslist today, my conscience would have been fine. I would never have known the tragedy that had taken place to a machine I once held dear. So much time and effort was put into that bike. My poor, helpless Kawasaki. What happened to you?

Last night, a friend came over to help me shoot some video. He wanted me to crank over my 1986 Grand Wagoneer to see if it ran. I doubted it would, but I gave it a shot anyway. While I was cranking the engine over, he picked up a can of starting fluid. Big mistake.